"But—"
"Oh, I know it doesn't, but that will be up to others than you. It will be the subject of diplomatic negotiations. Will you?"
For a moment the Dutch officer hesitated. Then he commanded an officer who stood near him.
"Captain Hodden! You will move forward with your company and inform the foe that if he persists in firing on Dutch soil we shall be forced to return it!"
The Dutch captain seemed only glad for this excuse. He dashed away, and a moment later Dutch troops advanced onto German soil.
McKenzie, meanwhile, found that he had but two shots left in his weapons. He glanced backward, and as he did so the Dutch troops advanced.
"If I can reach them," the man thought.
He whirled, emptied his automatics into the face of his enemies, dashed the now useless weapons after the bullets, and took to his heels, zigzagging as he ran.
The bullets in his body impeded his progress, but he reached the
advancing Dutch troops safety. There was a cry of anger from the
German lines as McKenzie found shelter among the Dutch troops. The
Germans halted, and an officer advanced.
"I must ask you to deliver that man to me," he said to Captain Hodden.